1. خَليلَيَّ بِاللَهِ لا تَحفِرا

    لِيَ القَبرَ إِلّا بِقُطرُبُّلِ

    My two friends, by God, do not dig

    A grave for me anywhere but in Qutrubbul,

  2. خِلالَ المَعاصِرِ بَينَ الكُرومِ

    وَلا تُدنِياني مِنَ السُنبُلِ

    Amid the winepresses, among the vineyards;

    And do not bring me near the ears of grain.

  3. لَعَلِّيَ أَسمَعُ في حُفرَتي

    إِذا عُصِرَت ضَجَّةَ الأَرجُلِ

    Perhaps I shall hear, in my grave,

    When grapes are pressed, the clamor of feet.